Short Story Selections

By: Asa Montreaux The atmosphere in The Andrews School had shifted dramatically. Tension hung thick in the air, suffocating the usual laughter and chatter that filled the halls. Students moved in hushed groups, their faces etched with worry, and the once vibrant classrooms felt more like bunkers against the looming threat of Crimson Dawn.  Hugh found himself in the library, surrounded by the scent of old books and the comforting rustle of pages. He was attempting to study for his upcoming exams, but his mind was miles away, tangled in thoughts of the terrorists and their plans. The chatter around him was laced with fear and anxiety, making it difficult to concentrate. “Hey, Earth to Hugh!” Eliza’s voice broke through his reverie, pulling him back to the present. She slid into the seat across from him, her eyes bright but serious. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” “Just trying to wrap my head around everything,” he admitted, running a hand through his hair. “Did you hear what Age...

By: Asa Montreaux (Andrew Mccarthy) The days grew increasingly tense at The Andrews School, the weight of the impending threat of Crimson Dawn pressing down on everyone. Students whispered in hallways, and worried glances were exchanged over lunch. Rumors of the terrorist group attempting to hack not just banks but also key personnel in magical institutions floated through the air like the scent of winter in the wind. It was a dark time, and everyone could feel it.  In a small study room, Mish sat hunched over her notes, her brow furrowed in concentration. She was surrounded by stacks of books about elemental magic and protective spells, determined to find something—anything—that could turn the tide in the ongoing war. With every passing day, the chaos in the outside world seeped further into their lives, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that time was running out. “Mish, you look like you’re about to summon a thunderstorm,” Hugh said, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed....

By: Asa Montreaux As winter settled into its final weeks at The Andrews School, the days grew shorter and colder. However, inside the warm, stone-walled classrooms, the atmosphere was filled with excitement and determination. The students were deep into their studies, pushing their boundaries and exploring the vast depths of magic. Eliza was particularly dedicated. She spent hours in the library, surrounded by towering shelves filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and spell books. Each day after class, she would pour over her notes and try to absorb every piece of information available. With each passing week, her understanding of magic deepened, and she found herself increasingly fascinated by the intricate details of spellcasting. In her Practical Magic class, Eliza focused on an array of spells that manipulated the natural elements. Her favorite was a charm that allowed her to control water—a fluid dance of droplets that responded to her will. As she practiced, she became more confide...

By: Asa Montreaux The tension in the air at The Andrews School remained palpable, but amid the looming threat of Crimson Dawn, life continued. Classes resumed, blending the extraordinary with the mundane. Students hurried through the corridors, their conversations swirling with whispers of magic, school gossip, and the latest rumors about the terrorists.  Hugh found himself in math class, a subject he had always excelled at, even when magic and spells consumed much of his time. The classroom was bright, filled with natural light streaming in through tall windows, and the walls adorned with mathematical equations that danced like spells.  Mr. Whitmore, their math teacher, was passionate and engaging, his enthusiasm contagious. “Today, we’re going to delve into geometry,” he announced, his voice echoing against the stone walls. “I want you all to consider how these principles apply not only in our world but also in the realm of magic. After all, geometry can help us understand t...

Mish Artwork by: Asa Montreaux By: Asa Montreaux The days turned into a blur of training, strategy meetings, and whispered conversations among students as the atmosphere in the school shifted. A sense of urgency permeated the halls, and the faint glow of magic seemed to flicker with a life of its own. Hugh felt it acutely; every spell cast held a weight, every incantation a resonance of what lay ahead. One crisp morning, while the frost clung stubbornly to the windows, Hugh found himself in the library once more, poring over ancient tomes. Eliza was at his side, flipping through a book on advanced defensive spells, while Sam was absorbed in a scroll detailing historical encounters with dark wizards. The trio had become inseparable, a tight-knit group bound by a shared mission and the thrill of camaraderie. “Look at this,” Eliza said, her eyes lighting up as she pointed to a passage. “It says here that one of the most effective defensive spells can be combined with a telepathic shield. ...

By: Asa Montreaux As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the battlefield, the tension in the air thickened like a storm cloud ready to burst. Hugh stood alongside Eliza and Sam, the adrenaline of battle still coursing through their veins. Though they had pushed back against the Crimson Dawn intruders, the victory felt precarious—more like a temporary reprieve than a final triumph. “Are we really safe here?” Sam asked, his voice trembling slightly. The remnants of battle lingered in the courtyard, with scattered debris and remnants of spells illuminating the darkness. Students moved in groups, tending to one another and fortifying the school’s defenses, but the uncertainty weighed heavily on everyone. “We have to be,” Eliza replied, her eyes scanning the surroundings. “If they wanted to come back, they’d have to deal with us first.” Her voice was firm, but Hugh could see the flicker of doubt in her gaze. In the distance, Hugh spotted Agent Macomb exiting the ma...

By: Asa Montreaux (Andrew Mccarthy) The battle for The Andrews School had transformed the once serene campus into a chaotic battleground. Hugh, Eliza, and Sam found themselves thrust into the thick of it, their hearts racing as they dodged spells and debris. The sounds of conflict echoed around them, the clash of magic reverberating through the air like an orchestra of chaos. Hugh led the charge through the corridors, his mind racing with strategies and spells he’d practiced during his training. “We need to secure the perimeter!” he shouted, rallying their group. “If we can keep them contained, we can prevent them from accessing the main building!” Eliza nodded, her eyes flashing with determination. “Let’s head toward the eastern wing. I can create a barrier to slow them down!” Sam, his usual bravado tinged with uncertainty, followed closely behind. “Just tell me what to do, and I’ll do it!” he yelled, gripping his wand tightly.  As they moved, the trio could see other students—som...

By: Asa Montreaux The shrill sound of alarms echoed through the corridors of The Andrews School, reverberating off the stone walls like a battle cry. Hugh, Eliza, and Sam sprinted down the hall, their hearts pounding in time with the frantic blare. Students were pouring out of classrooms, their faces a mix of confusion and fear. The usually vibrant school was now cloaked in a palpable tension, each person aware that something sinister lurked just beyond their walls. “Where are we supposed to go?” Eliza shouted over the din, trying to keep pace with Hugh and Sam.  “Let’s head to the central courtyard!” Hugh replied, his mind racing. “That’s where everyone will gather for an announcement. We can figure out what’s happening there.” As they reached the main hall, the trio saw clusters of students forming, their voices a cacophony of speculation. The faculty members were attempting to restore order, their faces grim as they ushered everyone outside. Hugh spotted Agent Macomb at the fron...

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By: Asa Montreaux The past is a vast tapestry of successes, and disasters as a species. One such disaster was the one child policy of China. But consider this to be an early, and totalitarian control of childbirth for just one moment. What if, to save the species, we did not have to leave Earth, and colonize Mars, or create colonies on massive spaceships — what if we simply had to regulate births and deaths. Not like China had, but regulate them nonetheless. And what if there was a moment when someone said, you can have children. What if — you could be given, a license to have a child! Imagine that you have recently received you license to drive, your license to drink, and all you can tell your friends about, is that soon you will get your license to have kids!!!! Now, was this the same as a license to have sex? No. So what exactly am I proposing to save the world from pending overpopulation? Well, what if science needed to invent birth control so advanced that, we could choose when to...

By: Asa Montreaux (Andrew Mccarthy) The atmosphere at The Andrews School had shifted. Whispers filled the hallways, and a tension hung in the air like the static before a storm. In the wake of the growing threats from the terrorist group known as Crimson Dawn, students found themselves caught between the familiar routines of school life and the frightening reality of a world on the brink of chaos. Hugh sat in the library, surrounded by piles of books on telepathy and advanced magical spells. The usual vibrant conversations of his peers faded into a dull hum as his mind raced with the implications of what he’d learned. Through his connections, he had discovered unsettling rumors of coordinated attacks planned by Crimson Dawn across multiple cities—not just in North America, but globally. Their ambitions were not merely local; they aimed to create panic on an unprecedented scale. Eliza joined him, her expression serious as she sat across from him. “What are you thinking?” she asked, stud...

By: Asa Montreaux The Andrews School, once a place filled with the familiar sounds of laughter, spell-casting practice, and everyday chatter, now echoed with tension. Students were whispering more than ever, and the sense of looming conflict hung heavy in the halls. It was as though the very air had thickened, full of secrets and fears that no one wanted to voice too loudly. Hugh, Eliza, Sam, Fiona, and Mish sat in their usual spot in the library, but today the familiar routine felt different. They all knew why. The recruitment rumors had become fact. The elder wizards were gathering forces, and the battle against The Crimson Dawn was no longer a distant threat; it was rapidly approaching.  "Did you see the posters?" Eliza asked, her voice quiet but laced with a sense of urgency. Hugh nodded. Just that morning, new recruitment notices had been pinned around the school, offering students a chance to "step up and defend the magical world." They didn't need to read...

 By: Asa Montreaux The atmosphere around the school shifted yet again as rumors spread about more than just the Dean's letter. The gossip was thick—about students breaking rules, sneaking off to secluded parts of the campus, but also about something bigger—talk of elder wizards being seen in meetings with the administration. Words like "recruitment" and "Crimson Dawn" floated around in hushed whispers, and it felt as though the student body was being drawn into a greater battle, whether they were ready or not. Hugh, Eliza, Sam, and Fiona found themselves in the middle of these rumors. After classes, they gathered in their usual spot in the library. The stacks were quiet, and students rarely ventured there unless they were serious about their studies. Today, however, the place felt tense, like the walls themselves were listening in on their conversations. "Did you hear about the meeting the Headmistress had with some of the elder wizards?" Sam asked, ke...

 By: Asa Montreaux The buzz that had permeated the school over the past few days took on a new tone that morning. It wasn’t the usual chatter about spells gone wrong or students showing off on social media—it was something more official. The energy in the hallways felt like the calm before a storm, and Hugh noticed it as soon as he stepped into the Great Hall for breakfast. Every student at The Andrews School had received the same message via their enchanted mailboxes—a letter from the dean himself, a rare occurrence, and one that meant something serious was happening. Hugh sat down with his friends, including Eliza and Sam, and quickly skimmed the note. “Dear Students, It has come to our attention that certain behaviors occurring within school premises have been inappropriate and disruptive. While we understand the unique pressures students face here at The Andrews School, we must maintain a standard of decorum and respect for the learning environment. Therefore, effective immedia...

By: Asa Montreaux Rumors spread like wildfire at The Andrews School, weaving their way through the halls and classrooms, whispered in between spell practice and during meals in the Great Hall. The latest piece of gossip, however, wasn’t about spells gone wrong or students showing off their magical talents in front of non-magicals. It was far more mundane but, in its own way, scandalous. "Did you hear?" Sam whispered to Hugh as they crossed the courtyard on their way to class. "Apparently, some students were caught making out in the bathrooms. The ones in the east wing—the old, unused part of the building." Hugh raised an eyebrow but kept walking. "That’s the big news?" "It’s not just that," Sam said, eyes darting around to make sure no one else was listening. "It’s been happening for *hours*. Like, people have been sneaking in there all day. It’s practically a secret dating spot now." Hugh smirked, more amused than scandalized. ...

By: Asa Montreaux Life at The Andrews School continued in its strange mix of the extraordinary and the mundane. Students returned to their classes, mastering more advanced spells, while whispers of danger and terror swirled around them like an unseen storm. Magic classes had grown more challenging, and the spells they were learning now held more weight. What once had been abstract lessons on defensive wards and levitation had become tools that might soon be necessary for survival. In "Advanced Spells and Conjurations," Professor Terrence had begun teaching them the fundamentals of long-distance communication spells, enchantments that allowed wizards to send thoughts or messages across vast distances. Hugh paid close attention, his sharp mind absorbing the intricate patterns of the spell. As he watched other students practice in pairs, he couldn't help but think of how these skills could become essential—especially given what The Crimson Dawn was capable of. A single spell...